Chapter 1865: 517 The Path to Degradation and the Fateful Encounter_2
Chapter 1865: 517 The Path to Degradation and the Fateful Encounter_2
"Do you want to go in and see?"
Matthew kindly asked.
But Camela shook her head,
"This is not a place for the ordinary to enter recklessly."
"It is saturated with too much high-dimensional material, and those who are not strong enough in the Power of Domain might be assimilated into it once they enter..."
Lorraine and Claire were originally quite interested.
But they stopped in their tracks when they heard what Camela had said.
It was also the first time Matthew had heard such a statement.
However, he recalled something.
Lost Paradise indeed had an extremely powerful effect of Suppression and assimilation on ordinary life.
After he had pulled Sif into it, she had been very resistant.
For life forms with independent consciousness,
Lost Paradise might indeed resemble more of a cage.
"Uninteresting, doesn't seem like a fun thing, nor does it have the ancient air I imagined..."
Camela quickly lost interest in Lost Paradise.
Seeing this, Matthew extracted a tiny light ball from Lost Paradise and handed it over.
That was a small part he had cut out from the Knowledge left by Giza.
It involved some details about the war between Ether Star Kingdom and Antu Empire.
Taking this light ball, Camela was immediately overjoyed.
She quickly absorbed that Knowledge.
Soon after, her eyes showed an extremely complex expression.
Matthew did not ask her feelings.
He simply went on to recount his own suspected encounter with Giza.
The three of them listened intently.
The difference being,
Camela's expression remained quite calm as she listened;
Lorraine seemed somewhat restless, as if hiding something;
Only Claire appeared completely earnest.
The female orc crossed her legs on the ground, pondering in a meditative posture,
"The universe is so vast, yet we are so insignificant."
"Even such a dazzling empire has vanished in an instant."
"Even for a being as knowledgeable as Giza that we cannot comprehend, it seems no more powerful than us in the vast universe..."
"Sometimes I can't help but wonder, what really is the purpose of life?"
Camela replied solemnly,
"The purpose of life is to struggle."
"That is the only contribution you can make to this universe."
"In the process of struggling, you can generate a small but real heat."
"The fires of life are made up of countless such heats, and it's by these fires that the universe is kept from extinguishment."
"This is why the fate of most life is so fraught with struggle."
"If everyone were carefree and excessively blissful, losing the instinct to struggle, then the universe would quickly head towards collapse."
"From this perspective, it's not the universe that nurtures us, but our struggles that sustain the universe."
Claire, after hearing this, was lost in thought.
Matthew couldn't help but comment,
"Quite an interesting perspective."
Camela continued,
"Struggle is eternal, peace is temporary."
"Thus, chaos is eternal, order is necessarily temporary."
"I can hear the enlightenment from the God of the First Moon—greater chaos is approaching, Ether is just one of the mediums of chaos, the decline in the level of Ether does not represent a decrease in the level of chaos."
"After a brief peace will come even greater turmoil, such is the overwhelming trend of the universe, and the destined path of all congregated beings."
Lorraine sighed lightly,
"So that's why the pain in this world can be so deeply etched, and tragedy is the majority."
Both their moods seemed somewhat subdued.
But Claire still carried a firm and positive demeanor,
"As long as you stay firm inside and aren't driven by external things."
"Besides, with both of your strengths, you can certainly maintain transcendence amidst the chaotic trends, needn't be so pessimistic, right?"
Lorraine pursed her lips.
Camela's eyelids drooped,
"No one can remain transcendental forever amid the world's deluge."
"I'm no exception."
"The reason I so desire to seek ancient air is to unravel some mysteries of my own."
"How easy is it to stabilize one's heart?"
"Aren't we all being driven by external factors?"
"I am a survivor from ancient times, seeking solely to uncover ancient secrets."
"Matthew, as someone from beyond this world, does he not have his own enigmas?"
"You carry the blood feud of the Stuluck Beastman, even if your heart remains firm, can you remain unaffected by external factors?"
Her voice was soft and gentle as she spoke these words, but her articulation was clear, giving off a somber air.
Claire fell silent after listening.
It was Lorraine who chuckled,
"Looking at it this way, am I the odd one out?"
Matthew blinked,
"Speaking of which, Lorraine, I actually have seen you in many places..."
Before he knew it, Lorraine quickly covered Matthew's mouth,
"Stop, stop, stop, you must be mistaking me for someone else!"
"Or maybe someone envies my looks and purposely transformed into my appearance."
"Anyway, stop talking nonsense, living in the present is what's important!"
"Right now, I want to drink and find some beauties, anyone joining?"
Claire shook her head.
Camela then stood up,
"Count me in."
Faced with Matthew's puzzled look.
The bald priestess said frankly,
"The teachings of the God of the First Moon don't forbid attraction to women."
Upon hearing this,
Lorraine looked contemplatively at Camela,
"In that case..."
Camela exclaimed,
"You're not interested in bald women, are you?"
Lorraine coughed,
"Haven't tried."
"But it's not impossible."
Camela kicked Lorraine in the chest, sending the latter flying off from the balcony several tens of meters high!